Chapter 1186: Late Bloomer in Marriage: Net Says Some Women He Doesn't Know.

The speed of the car raced up frantically, and the diameter was galloping all the way towards the dim and silent lane ahead, Smussen looked out, and in a second, his expression became extremely cold, and he stretched out his slender hand to grab the steering wheel, and his voice was also angry: "You are crazy." ”

Pei Tong even turned his lips white, as the speed of the car accelerated, the heartbeat rate became higher and higher, his fingers clenched the steering wheel and refused to let go, turned his head, and looked at the man close at hand with hateful eyes: "I have lived for more than 30 years, for the Pei family and for my daughter, and only this moment, for myself." ”

For myself—

So, she didn't want to live anymore.

The speed of the car is too fast, even if Smussen has the heart to stop it, it is too late, at the moment when she is about to fall into the sea, Pei Tong recalls everything she has suffered over the years, she has been sick for too long, and she longs for relief from her heart, from now on, she will settle the grievances with Smussen with her own hands, and she will no longer owe anyone anything.

It's just a pity that there is no chance to start over in life.

Her good hand has long been broken.

The sharp sound of the car rubbing against the concrete ground pierced the eardrum, Pei Tong's heart in his chest continued to contract, the uncontrollable car broke through the thickening night, and the expected violent impact followed, the window glass was shattered, just before the nerve was in severe pain and fell into a coma.

Her body fell straight down, all her five senses disappeared, she couldn't see anything in front of her, and she only felt a pair of arms tightly protecting her in the dark, and her strength was so confined that her bones hurt.

The moment the long eyelashes closed, Pei Tong could no longer see the sad look on Smussen's stern face.

"Pei Tong ——!"

"Pei Tong!" The moment Smussen opened his scarlet eyes suddenly, his body seemed to have been crushed by a thousand pounds, and the pain penetrated from the bone marrow, I don't know how long it had been since he experienced such a feeling, even his heart froze, and there were faint bruises in the corners of his forehead, and he gasped for breath.

"It's okay when you wake up, rest for a few more days, don't play drag racing with people."

At this moment, the medical staff spoke clearly into their ears, and Smussen adapted to the dazzling light, and then slowly returned to his senses from the severe pain, and just wanted to move, he heard someone say in his ear: "You have a concussion and you have to lie down more." ”

Concussion?

Smussen seemed to hear the joke.

He fell from the diameter of the highway into the sea, the glass of the car was shattered by the impact, piercing his shoulder, bloody back wounds, in order to protect the woman in his arms, he endured severe pain, until the water poured into his nose, completely encroaching consciousness.

How can it be as simple as a concussion?

But Smussen can't care about these now, he hasn't spoken for too long, his voice is hoarse, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Where is Pei Tong?" ”

The paramedics looked at each other, not knowing the woman in his mouth.

Seeing that no one responded, Smussen became impatient, and got up despite the dissuasion to find that the surrounding environment was indeed a hospital ward, but the layout was too simple and old, the white curtains were blown by the wind, and the vision was a clear blue sky outside, which made people have the illusion that they couldn't distinguish reality.

"Si Shao, are you still dizzy?" The medical staff looked at him like a sculpture, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and frozen, and stepped forward to ask with concern, "I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Smussen didn't ask for water from the paramedics, his deep eyes tightened heavily, pushed the two people in front of him, stood up sharply, and ran quickly in the direction of the bathroom.

"Si Shao."

The medical staff saw that he was reckless and stepped forward to dissuade him: "Your concussion is not ...... well"

"Fuck off." Smusen's eyes suddenly refracted a piercing cold light, which made people feel terrified, in the end, the power has been monstrous for decades, and the invisible and cold aura from the suppression in his bones completely oppressed the other party, almost when he was angry, there were few people in the entire Si family who could withstand it.

The paramedics were so frightened by the one-meter-eighty-nine boy that they retreated, only to see him walking towards the bathroom.

Smussen has experienced countless winds and waves and years of precipitation, and has long practiced a strong psychological quality, he quickly regained his composure, standing in front of the bathroom sink with a blue face, staring at the person in the mirror.

Different from the momentum of the elite gentlemen in suits and leather shoes in the past, the figure reflected on the clean mirror, the extremely short hair is messy, the three-dimensional facial features are deep and handsome, wearing a trendy casual shirt, the exposed arms and calf muscles are tight, and the chest breathing is slightly undulating, and the image does not feel sloppy at all, but is full of hormones.

This is 21-year-old Smussen, who has just returned from studying abroad, and is in high spirits, and has not yet officially taken over the family business.

39 and 21 years old.

With a time gap of eighteen years, he went back to the era when he had not married Pei Tong.

Smussen's big hand was clenched into a fist, and after a few changes in his calm eyes, a look of ecstasy appeared, he fell into the sea and did not die, but also returned to the past, thinking of this, unspeakable emotions suddenly grew in his chest, and even his stiff heart began to regain its beating frequency.

But soon, Smussen suppressed all the strangeness, and swept his sideways, cold eyes to the figure that appeared at the door.

"How are you?" A dignified young man leaned against the door, bent legs, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his hands casually in his trouser pockets, and his eyes were as black as ink and looked at him with a bit of inquiry.

Smussen looked at the young Huo Xiumer, forcing the chill back from his eyes, but with an unknown luster, he opened his mouth to smoke.

Huo Xiumo took a lazy posture and threw him the lighter and cigarette case.

The sound of a lighter breaking the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom, and in the misty light of the fire, Smussen took a heavy puff of cigarette and relied on it to survive.

"The doctor said you had a concussion, didn't you get any obstacles?" Huo Xiumo was so shrewd that he could see that something was wrong with him.

Smussen's expression was complicated, he choked the words in his throat, and smoked the cigarette in his hand in silence before he spoke again in a hoarse voice: "Do you remember Jiang Yansheng?" ”

Huo Xiumo raised his eyebrows: "Which one?" ”

Judging by his handsome looks, he didn't know where it was sacred.

It took more than ten seconds for Smussen to accept the fact that he was back in the past, he pinched the cigarette butt with an expressionless face, completely ignored the concussion, and asked Huo Xiumo to go through the discharge procedures, eager to leave.

His luxury car was smashed to pieces, and he could only drive Huo Xiumo's car.

Along the way, the two were silent.

Huo Xiumo swept his gaze several times, and put his big hand on the steering wheel carelessly.

Smussen looked at the street scene flashing by the side of the road with a heavy expression, and suddenly said, "Go to Pei's house, I want to find Pei Tong." ”

"What are you doing?" Hoshmer saw that Smussen had been knocked out of his nerves, and said something about a woman he didn't know.